Chapter 49

FLAMES

“SIT”

As soon as I stood in the doorway closing the door behind me, the mutt came running, clawing my pants at the seams.

His eyes wandered to the shopping bag in my left hand and I barked another order knowing very well he wouldn’t listen to a damn thing.

“Stay”

He barked and I picked him up with one hand setting my bag somewhere on the ground.

Training Thunder on the dos and don’ts had escaped my mind a long time ago. He didn’t pee or poop in the house thank the fucking gods for that.

We had established some sort of system together. He didn’t leave me and I fucking didn’t leave him either.

He was the only fucking good thing going on and I guess deep down I was the only person he gave a fuck about.

Setting him down on the couch and escaping to the kitchen to get his bowl, the metallic container had barely touched my fingers when my phone buzzed in my pants.

Geoffrey Culkin aka Jeff never called if shit hadn’t gone sideways on my end.

And on occasion, it was either my men had